My pussy had been sore earlier, but now it was aching for a different reason. I rubbed against him with purpose, dry humping his cock until I felt my body tightening. Groaning, he pulled me closer, my tits pressed hard against his chest and his hardened length as close to my body as it could get with clothes between us. Pleasure started to pump through my body, only to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. A-fucking-gain.
“No,” I whimpered.
Jack released his hold on my hair, reaching out an arm to snag my phone from where I’d dropped it on the cushion next to us.
“She might have been nice about it, but I’m not going to bother because we both know there’s only one way you’re gonna back off from her and that’s when you realize she’s already taken. Stay away from what’s mine.”
I sucked in a breath at the possessiveness evident in his tone, my eyes dropping down to the screen when he swiped his thumb across it to disconnect the call. Only there was one problem. The number on the display wasn’t Richard’s. The area code wasn’t even local. The call had come from Minneapolis. Minneapolis!
“No!” I cried out, grabbing the phone from his hand and jumping off his lap.
I paced away from him, pressing the number in my call history to call back.
“Dr. Reed?”
The male voice on the other end of the line sounded confused, understandably so, considering what Jack had told him.
“Yes, this is she. I’m sorry I missed your call just now.”
“How odd,” he muttered. “There must have been a switch up with the lines or something.”
I wasn’t about to admit to the true origins of the “or something” in this situation. “To whom am I speaking?”
“Oh, yes. I’m Declan McGowan, head of Pediatrics at Children’s Minneapolis. I’m sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but we have an unexpected opening for our Chief of Pediatric Surgery and were hoping you’d consider taking the position. I know it’s unorthodox, but considering our current Chief barely beat you out for the position, the board thought we could bypass some of the steps in the hiring process if you were still interested.”
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I’d been crushed when I’d lost the spot as their Chief of Surgery to another candidate last year. It wasn’t that I was unhappy with my current job, but this was a big promotion at a well-respected hospital. I swiveled around, my eyes landing on Jack. Dream job, dream man. Different cities. Damn my luck.
Chapter 5
Jack
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but I watched closely as Ellison’s expression went from surprised to ecstatic. Then she turned to look at me and it shifted once again, this time to indecision. Whatever the person on the line was saying was clearly confusing her and it pissed me off. We were happening. End of story.
I frowned, tempted to take her phone and play a permanent game of “Keep Away.” Of course, the doctor in me would never separate her from her connection to the hospital. He would, however, hang up on the fucker making her question our relationship.
She turned away from me, her phone to her ear, and moved to leave the room. Not fucking happening. I snagged her arm and tugged her back into my lap. She scowled at me but gave up struggling to move when she realized I wasn’t going to budge.
“Thank you for the opportunity, Declan.”
Declan? What kind of a man was named Declan? A man with a pussy, that’s who.
“I know you need an answer soon, however my”—she glanced at me—“situation has changed since we last spoke.”
I was getting really irritated at being left out of this conversation. I made a grab for her phone so I could listen in but she batted my hand away and pinched the skin so hard I yelped in pain.
“Sorry, one of my patients was just given a shot. Anyway, could I have some time to think it over?”
I growled and ended up with her hand pressed over my mouth again. Think what over, dammit?
“Great. Thank you, Declan. I’ll be in touch soon.”
She pushed the disconnect button on the phone then smacked my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole sometimes, Jack!”
“Who the fuck was that?” I demanded.
She sighed. “Let me have a little time to process, then we’ll discuss it, I promise.”
I was about to argue, but the feel of her lips on mine and her hot little pussy rubbing against my still hard cock distracted me. She placed little kisses along my jaw until she was by my ear. “Who owns my pussy, honey?”
“You better fucking know who you belong to, Ellie,” I snarled as I cupped her ass and yanked her closer, leaving absolutely no room between us. I ripped my shirt from over her head and latched onto a nipple, squeezing her ass hard as I sucked. Removing one hand, I freed my dick from my boxers and shoved the overly large boxers to the side, baring her dripping pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, right? You’re drenched for the man who owns this pussy?” She moaned and I grabbed her hips to slam her down onto my cock as I surged inside of her. One thrust and I was fully seated inside her, her tight, slick walls gripping me, sucking me impossibly deeper.
We both groaned and after the phone calls and her change in attitude after the last one, I had no control left. I drove up into her, bringing her down hard as I entered her over and over, rubbing against her clit every time. My lips licked, bit, and sucked on her large, diamond hard nipples. I loved the way they felt in my mouth, tasted on my tongue.
My hands journeyed from her hips to the firm, round globes of her ass, spreading the cheeks. The middle finger of my right hand ringed her puckered little hole and when she cried out in pleasure, I put the tip inside as I brought her down one last time and we shattered together.
I emptied inside her, long jets of come filling her as I silently cheered my boys on, encouraging them to reach the finish line. I quickly shifted so we were lying on the couch with her trapped below me, staying buried deep inside her. I didn’t want any of that shit leaking out. She didn’t seem to mind, sighing and wrapping her legs around my waist.
I didn’t want to start our relationship off with secrets or dishonesty, so I decided it was time to have the condom conversation, right after I’d buttered her up (go ahead, laugh. I get it) and was still filling her with my cock.
I kissed her deeply first. “Baby, we need to talk,” I mumbled against her lips.
“Hmmmm?” her tone was relaxed and mellow. I wasn’t above taking advantage of her agreeable mood.
“You know we didn’t use condoms last night? Or this morning?”
She groaned, “Shit. Damn you and your giant cock, Jack Halston. I can’t think when you’re fucking my brains out.”
I didn’t even try to hide my smug grin.
She rolled her eyes. “You need to figure out how to use a condom, Jack. I swear to all that is holy, if you got me pregnant with your baby, I’m going to kick your ass. Besides, I’d probably be forced to have a C-section because it will inevitably inherit your mammoth ego and a head that large won’t fit out of my vagina.”
“I’m a doctor, Ellie, I know how to use a fucking condom.” I brought my face inches from hers, my expression turning serious. “I just chose not to because I’m going to knock you up, baby. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get until I’m sure my kid is growing in this sexy belly.”
Ellison’s jaw dropped in shock, and I nodded firmly to emphasize my determination to make this happen.
“And, let’s get this out in the open so you can come to terms with it sooner rather than later. If your house isn’t up for sale before you find out you’re pregnant, you bet your ass I will handle that shit.” I softened and kissed her sweetly, “I want you in my bed every night, Ellie. I want to wake up holding you in my arms. And I definitely want to have easy access to the pussy I own.”
Her eyes had begun to melt at my words but the last sentence snapped her out of the haze. Way to go, dipshit.
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She took a deep breath and stared at me, clearly trying to maintain a semblance of calm and control. I was still fully seated inside her and all this talk about babies and having her whenever I wanted had turned my semi-hard erection into stone. I shifted hoping to gain a little relief in another position.
At the movement inside her, Ellison glared at me and tried to push me off of her. Her efforts were futile. I outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds.
“You can’t just decide to get me pregnant, Jack!” she exclaimed.
I sealed my mouth over hers before mumbling, “Sure I can,” against her lips. Moving with slow, torturous strokes, I drove her out of her fucking mind until she exploded in my arms and I filled her with even more of my seed.
“See?” I murmured.
“I—I, um ... no, you, um,” she stuttered, her mind seemingly in a confused and disconnected state.
I pulled out of her, my chest figuratively puffing up at her small sound of protest. Picking her up, she wrapped herself around me like she did when I carried her. I started for my room and the shower, but right when I set her on the counter, my cell phone started ringing.
“Fuck,” I muttered. I swiftly stalked across the bedroom to grab it from the dresser. “Dr. Halston,” I answered.
“Doctor,” Debbie, the shift supervisor said urgently, “Heather developed a complication. The on call doctor wants to open her up again, but I knew you’d want to be the one.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I responded before hanging up and tossing my phone on the bed. I rushed into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’ve got to go in.”
Ellie frowned. “Heather?”
I nodded and hopped into the glass stall. She hurried in after me and began to rush through a shower too. I should have expected she would want to be there as well. Heather was also her patient.
Our personal stuff would have to wait. We reached the hospital and I confirmed Heather needed additional surgery. I wanted to put my fist through a wall, but my volatile reaction wouldn’t help either of us. Ellison pulled me into the scrub room and helped me prep. Her presence soothed my turbulent emotions, infusing me with calm and determination.
Chapter 6
Ellison
Long hours and exhaustion were the norm in a surgeon’s life, but they were hell on relationships. Even when both people were doctors apparently. Jack and I had spent so many hours at the hospital since Heather’s emergency surgery that we hadn’t been able to revisit the whole ‘trying to knock me up’ conversation. Not that it had stopped him from giving his pregnancy plan another go or two—or twelve. I’d taken to putting condoms in my purse, lab coat pockets, his pockets, both our cars... pretty much everywhere. Not that it had done a lick of good. In the heat of the moment, I never remembered to ask him to put one on, and he sure as hell never offered. I was beginning to wonder if it was my subconscious trying to tell me I actually wanted the smug bastard to knock me up.
The timing was horrible, though, with the offer of my dream job dropping in my lap. A decision I’d successfully avoided thinking about over the last week, too. Judging by the increasing frequency of the calls coming from Declan, time was running out. The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced down and recognized the number on the display.
Speak of the devil.
“Hey, Declan,” I answered. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you with a response yet.”
“No apology needed, Ellison,” he assured me. “I expect my call caught you unaware after we went with a different candidate initially.”
“It definitely was unexpected,” I confirmed.
“The board and I want to make it clear how committed we are to having you on our team.”
He was telling me exactly what I would have given almost anything to hear a year ago. “I appreciate that, Declan, and you know how excited I was by the prospect of working for you when I interviewed last year.”
“Why do I hear a but in there somewhere?”
“I’m just not sure I want to make the move right now,” I sighed.
“Give me a chance to convince you otherwise. Let me take you to lunch so we can talk it through face-to-face.”
“Lunch?” I repeated. How would that even work with him in Minneapolis and me in Rock Springs? “When?”
“Today.”
His answer shocked me, stopping me in my tracks as I walked through the hospital corridor. “Are you in Nebraska?”
“I told you the board and I wanted to convince you of how serious we are about you taking this job.”
“So you hopped on a plane to come to me? For lunch?” I sputtered, feeling flattered by the lengths to which they were willing to go to talk to me about the job. It helped soothe some of the sting from when they’d not selected me for it previously.
“I will if you tell me you’re available for lunch today.”
My stomach growled, reminding me I’d skipped breakfast. Turning down a free lunch was silly. “Sure, I can do lunch.”
“Great! I’ll pick you up at the hospital?”
“Sure,” I drawled, thinking about how I could make sure we didn’t run into Jack while he was here. Not only hadn’t we talked about the condom situation, I still hadn’t mentioned the job offer either.
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“Mmmm,” I murmured, savoring the flavor of my bacon wrapped filet. Declan had gone all out, picking me up in a town car and taking me to one of the best steakhouses in town. It was a good thing I didn’t have a heavy case load this afternoon, because I could easily see a nap in the sleep room in my near future.
“Smart, successful, gorgeous, and you actually eat real food instead of weeds.” Declan’s tone was filled with masculine approval.
My eyes popped open in surprise. I’d been enjoying my food so much, I’d kind of forgotten he was there for a minute. I ducked my head in embarrassment and set my fork down on my almost empty plate. Skipping breakfast hadn’t been a smart idea since I’d been hungry enough to devour my entire steak in a matter of minutes. “I definitely enjoyed my food,” I mumbled.
Declan reached out to grab my hand and squeeze it. I slid my hand away and dropped it onto my lap. Awkward.
“I meant it as a compliment, Ellison.”
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“You done?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, fidgeting in my seat, suddenly aware of how we’d been seated together in a corner booth.
He waved the waiter over, and he cleared the table, leaving the check behind for Declan.
“I’ve already given you my pitch.” And he had, both the last time I’d interviewed and during our lunch. “Not to sound conceited, but I know we have a lot to offer at Children’s Minneapolis.”
“You do,” I replied, nodding in understanding.
“When we spoke last week, you mentioned your situation had changed.” His gaze dropped to where my hands were folded in my lap before rising to meet mine again. “I can only assume it’s your personal life since our research hadn’t indicated anything different in your current position.”
“It is.” I kept my answer short because I didn’t really want to get into it with him.
Declan cocked his head to the side, his gaze speculative as he scanned my face. “I hope you don’t mind if I get a little personal with you for a moment.”
I waved a hand in a circular motion, giving him permission to continue since I was curious where he was going to take this.
“I’d hate to see you pass up an opportunity like this because of a guy, especially when there will be opportunities for romance in Minneapolis for you.”
“Erm...” I sputtered, completely flustered and unsure how to respond.
“Let me be blunt.” Like he wasn’t already? “I didn’t see a ring on your finger, so I’ve got to think this guy probably isn’t worth the sacrifice. Not when you can take the job with us and let me take you out on a date
after you get settled in up there.”
Oh, for criminy’s sake. Was I putting off irresistible pheromones or something? First, Richard got all weird when I tried to let him down easily, and then here was Declan trying to lure me into the job in Minneapolis, using himself as bait. Not to mention, Jack doing his best to knock me up.
“That’s incredibly kind of you to offer,” I murmured, glancing down at my phone as it vibrated in my hand. “And as much as I’d love to discuss this further,” —not—“they need me back at the hospital.”
“They” was really Jack since he was the one trying to reach me. I sent him a quick text, letting him know I was on my way back and chuckled softly at the series of rapid-fire texts which followed.
Jack: I missed you for lunch. You took my favorite meal with you. I had a taste for honey.
Jack: Where did you go?
Jack: Wanna meet me in my office for a quickie?
Jack: I promise to do my best to make you scream, but I’ll keep your mouth busy so nobody can hear you.
Me: Poor, starving boy. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.
Damn that man! The ride back to the hospital couldn’t go fast enough since it was already awkward, and that was before I was blushing wildly and my panties were damp from the images Jack had put in my head. I stayed super quiet, not wanting to do anything to make Declan think the visible signs of arousal were due to him.
When the car pulled up in front of the hospital, I practically leapt from the vehicle. Unfortunately, Declan followed behind me and insisted on walking me back inside. And my bad luck turned worse as I caught sight of Jack through the glass doors. He didn’t give us a chance to make it inside before he stormed through the doors to meet me on the sidewalk and stake his claim.
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